Iron Saints Motorcycle Club

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The Iron Saints MC was founded by brothers Marcus Falcone and Leonardo Falcone, whose family roots trace back to Italy. For generations, the Falcone bloodline was intertwined with the Italian Mafia, living by a code built on loyalty, respect, family, and Catholic faith.

As time passed, the old ways faded. Men chased money and street cred instead of honour, and brotherhood became nothing more than a word. Wanting to preserve the values they were raised on, Marcus and Leonardo decided It’s time for a change.

The brothers set out to build something of their own. Drawn to the freedom of the open road and inspired by the traditions of old school motorcycle clubs, they embraced a lifestyle built on commitment, discipline, and brotherhood. What began as two brothers chasing a vision soon became something much greater. The city, full of people claiming to be outlaws but few who truly lived by the code. Determined to change that, they founded the Iron Saints Motorcycle Club.

The club is built on faith, loyalty, and respect. Established in Sandy Shores, claiming the Yellow Jack Inn as their base of operations. Their goal is simple: show the city what a real 1% motorcycle club looks like. They don't ride for popularity or profit. They ride for the patch. The Iron Saints were built to be a true traditional outlaw motorcycle club, one where the patch is earned, not given. A club where loyalty outweighs personal gain, where respect is demanded through actions rather than words, and where every member understands that the club is a lifelong commitment. Forged in Iron, bound by blood, united by the road, the Iron Saints stand as more than a club. They are a family.
 

President 
Vice President 
Sergeant at Arms
Chaplin
Lieutenant
Secretary
Treasurer
Enforcer
Road Captain
Tail Gunner
Archangels
Patched Member
Nomad
Prospect
Hangaround

A patched member of the Iron Saints MC can be Identifiedby their oxblood coloured Kutte.

Once a prospect has earned the right to patch in, as well as receiving their Kutte, they will also get a patch tattoo on their backs.

As a hangaround / prospect proves their worth to the club, they are permitted to wear casual clothing such as vests, and hoodies.

A requirement of at least 30k experience

Members are expected to represent the club, wearing Kuttes, and riding Bikes as much as possible.

(( Any members found to break server rules, will be given strikes depending on severity, 3 strikes will result In faction removal.))

((We are a heavy roleplay faction, focused on 1% Biker RP. We ask members to portray their character as close to this as possible.))

 

 

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The Journal Of How The Iron Saints Motorcycle Club Found Their Way

Entry I

One Week In
 

A week ago, The Iron Saints was just a Idea shared between two brothers. Today, there are men representing our patch, embracing a lifestyle very few are accustom to, and believing In the same vision. That's the part that keeps me awake. Not the responsibility of leading these men, but making sure were building something worth following. As of today, Sunday 21^st of June, the club has It’s First 9, these originals are not just my members, they are my brothers whom I love. Every Club has It’s founders, Its first believers. Years from now, when The Iron Saints have written their own history, these nine names will be remembered as those who chose to stand at the very beginning.

Yesterday we had our first Church. Our very first gathering as a club. When I looked around the table, I don't see members, I see the future of this Club, the endless possibilities, the potential. The question Isn’t where The Iron Saints will be next week. The question Is whether the code we build today will still be standing years from now. This Is something I have to solidify. An outlaw code, and bonds built within a brotherhood can be more powerful than any bullet, or knife to the heart. After Church concluded, I sat alone for a while and watched the brothers head home one by one, disappearing Into the vast desert darkness. That’s when It sank In, a week ago The Saints was an Idea, today Its a brotherhood. Yesterday, I took the gavel for the first time, not as a symbol of power, but as a reminder of responsibility. A President does not stand above his brothers, he stands Infront when the road gets rough.

M.Falcone